| Song | Clouds Crash |
| Artist | The Matches |
| Album | A Band In Hope |
| 作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
| Clouds crash on the hillside | |
| Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
| High time you left that shadow, | |
| Dead weight in the meadow | |
| Let it follow far below | |
| Oh, Oh, Oh | |
| Whoa what a ceiling | |
| All the angels cracked and peeling, | |
| Revealing constellations, | |
| One day you will name one, | |
| After a boy you knew | |
| When you were back in middle school | |
| And ingrained his name in love notes, | |
| Every one retained though, | |
| In a box behind your raincoats | |
| Oh, those days | |
| When rainy days meant | |
| Trace the spaces raindrops made when | |
| Racing 'cross the windshield | |
| The pace of life wasn't real | |
| Oh, though how we quickened | |
| How the slope began to slicken | |
| You slip into a grin then, | |
| Begin with where you've been and | |
| In my linen you are skin again | |
| La da da | |
| La da da da da daa | |
| Da da daa | |
| Da daa daa | |
| La da da daa da da daa daa | |
| Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside | |
| Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
| High time you left that shadow, | |
| Dead weight in the meadow | |
| In my linen you are skin again |
| zuò qǔ : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
| Clouds crash on the hillside | |
| Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
| High time you left that shadow, | |
| Dead weight in the meadow | |
| Let it follow far below | |
| Oh, Oh, Oh | |
| Whoa what a ceiling | |
| All the angels cracked and peeling, | |
| Revealing constellations, | |
| One day you will name one, | |
| After a boy you knew | |
| When you were back in middle school | |
| And ingrained his name in love notes, | |
| Every one retained though, | |
| In a box behind your raincoats | |
| Oh, those days | |
| When rainy days meant | |
| Trace the spaces raindrops made when | |
| Racing ' cross the windshield | |
| The pace of life wasn' t real | |
| Oh, though how we quickened | |
| How the slope began to slicken | |
| You slip into a grin then, | |
| Begin with where you' ve been and | |
| In my linen you are skin again | |
| La da da | |
| La da da da da daa | |
| Da da daa | |
| Da daa daa | |
| La da da daa da da daa daa | |
| Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside | |
| Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
| High time you left that shadow, | |
| Dead weight in the meadow | |
| In my linen you are skin again |